hubs asked me this morning to go with him to gym in neighborhood. no, too much to do, are you kidding? wait a tic…hellooo??? isn’t this the same man i have been waiting to get back on the fitness train and i’m saying NO? waddupwiddat??? teehee. are you kidding? of course i’ll go!!! i went. he went. we went. it was great. i got on the stationary bike which was my only warning to the man. “Can I just get on the bike? I don’t want to lift weights.” so, i got a nice ride in …about 8 + calorie burning miles. i needed that.
i have a mountain of laundry to do. it’ll get done. i love being a stay at home mom, altho sometimes the staying at home part is hilarious. hubs commented that i “ride around all day”. bless his heart. i love that man.
felt the whole aid station thing yesterday. just loved Mass. this is the part of Lent that becomes difficult. it’s the same in a long race. starts out fresh & rosy. but halfway in, burning quads equates to burning heart – am i doing enough? am i good enough? can i finish? God knows. and, like in endurance races, you just have to hang on tight, trust in God, and know you will cross the finish line. HOW you cross the finish line is up to you. some people cross sputtering, some people have their arms pumped victoriously…I ran the new orleans mardi gras marathon a couple of years ago & had stomach issues. oh, yeah. don’t eat spicy garlic bar b que shrimp, and drink the juice at the bottom of the dish, and then think you can run 26.2 without something bad happening. so, yeah, i was finishing, come hell or high water. the last mile is invigorating in a marathon. you know you’ve got this. you are going to cross the line, get a medal and enjoy the victory forever. so, i’m maybe 200 yards from the finish line, and almost plow over some guy, bent over at the waist, crying, and barely moving. crowds are thick and cheering and i’m thinking, dude, seriously, you didn’t come this far to piss out now, did you??? you’re a MAN, for crying out loud! Stand erect and get your ass over the finish line! I was pumped up and finished very strong. I didn’t stop for the guy. I thought about it for a nano-second. i just can’t believe that he made it pretty much the 26 miles and then just died on the course. i truly think it was something between his ears that made him stop, not his legs.
so, yeah, the same is true about Lent. Do you want to finish strong, or fizzle out in the finisher’s chute? come on, y’all, if you aren’t doing great, get your second wind now! Hang on and ask God to surprise you! He will! He will out-think you every time. He will out-give you every time. He will out-whatever you every time because that is how He is. Trust that, will you?